marikandaperc

A mender of fait sat before a scroll, feather & ink at hand. She scribbled and jotted, writing reports on evil creatures and the ilk. As of recent, the wolf yokai had been in her mind, but something troubled her. When she had visited the doctor, he sighed and clasped his book open. "There is nothing we can do, madame. Your disease is at the soul; its rotten and decayed. No cure at all, madame, no." yet she paid it no mind. Although she knew at her heart something stirred, there was no intention of giving up. For what is a woman who surrenders, if not another foolish victim? The thought of soul & necrosis had taken up her mind, and on the scroll there were incoherent strings of thoughts. She read it ofter after snapping out of the thoughts, and wrote a huge questionmark over the whole page. "I must find and protect peace." she had told herself then, clasping the scroll close. "I must triumph over these demons that stir within my most pure soul! I shan't let it be damage, no no!" the levyling had now stopd, and paced up and down the room that in reality was the entirety of her home; a bed, a table, nothing else. Chaos, it reigned over the room, scrolls and clothes sitting about the whole adobe, reflecting the same chaos that troubled the mind. Eventually, the mender of faith sat down again after gaining some composure, and with fast strokes of the hand took to writing. And so she did, for a long time, perhaps days whole. For the time she wrote, she felt rejuvenated - perhaps it was a fix. A cure to the great distress that had for months triumphed, but it was only momentary. Upon finishing the writing, she called upon the fastest of her owls, and they flew off. Having written her letters and teadied her house, Angelica prepared for the travel. She had wishes to visit her doctor before leaving, and so she did, adventuring into the depths of the forest where the doctor's house stood. A tiny office, away from public eye, to create a feeling of familiarity with his patients. "Doctor, I have found the cure." Angelica said, but the doctor protester. "There is no cure!" but she did not give up. "You are my most treasured patient." he chimed during the conversation, "Your mind, it works in odd waye. Perhaps your brain is wired differently from all other humans. Perhaps, it is your instability which made me take up your case. You are fleeble, unwilling to change, at times unpredictable. You chase an impossible dream, an utopian reality. You wish to remain yourself and be happy, that is not how it works, Angelica." And she remained silent, she had nothing to say. No, no, she had a lot to say, but nothing to say. Those words were better left in her mind. "You became a vampire, once upon a time, and then the week later you were a nun. Then you tried to be a Princess, a scholar, a witch. So many roles you play, so many masks you wear. What is the true face, what is the identity of the puppeteer? You are one, none, and hundred thousand." the doctor could have gone on for hours detailing the flaws of his patient, but he knew better, and eventually stopped. "This new adventure, it is only a new mask you wear—a new identity you wish to sew, but not the last. I am certain, one day, you will walk back into my office, wearing a different mask. A different soul. A different, tormented thinker." Good luck, Angelica. Best wishes, nun. Safe travels, princess. Bon voyage, vampire. The door cracked, the chest hollow, the travel ahead, long.

a much needed change!

Said Sigrid made sure to send a letter to the Magrave, asking for a donation chest to be set up so that more of her harvest may be donated

this is wild

i've had the same problem for a long while, but the past few days noticed that it's actually easier than you think. once you see players, try to create your own form of engagement. how? that's up to you. my character is a pious farmer, so i walk up to people and ask if they want free bread, that's started some rp. sometimes, the interaction will be short-lived, but that's okay too, eventually you will find interesting interactions. other examples could be: asking questions about the specific realm, asking directions, looking for a teacher for some specific thing (i.e history, language)

((DUCKINSLIPPERS7)) Name: Maeralya Sythaerin Vote 1: Ante'ahern Wynasul Vote 2: Ante'ahern Wynasul

Kasula Tennallar sat serenely by the Celian river

A ladympire of old, cousin of The Radomavich, pulled a pen to her hand and began writing

me when i get bandited 6 hours after making a new persona and now i must choose between shameful monk respawn or perma kill to meet the public coolness quota

WAITER WAITER, more Clerics lore please!

made it to the part where firing an arrow is wrong and realized this is ragebait

can't say i knew her but this remains terrible, rest in peace and much love to her loved ones

TWILIGHT :D

finally i can live my twilight dream!

something stirs in the depths of the aevosian swamps. . . the river has eyes . . .